La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats read by actor Julian Sands
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- Опубликовано: 20 авг 2024
- Listen to actor Julian Sands read La Belle Dame Sans Merci by John Keats.
Sands joined us in Rome in September 2020 for two exclusive and highly intimate readings as part of our Keats-Shelley200 programme to mark the bicentenaries of Keats's and Shelley's deaths in Italy, and to celebrate their extraordinary legacies.
Julian. God bless you and keep you. Please come home safely. If you do not, I know you will live on in my heart. Thank you for showing us your talent, your beauty and your heart.
Hoping against hope for Julian Sands. Such an articulate, generous, enthusiastic man. I love him and his soul-bearing performances and readings, and I am thinking of his loved ones. This must be awful for them! He has been missing 12 days in treacherous conditions. 😢❤
I wrote this poem on John Keats some 15 years ago. I have quit poety, but I want to present this poem to Keats-Shelley Memorial House. (Sorry if my way is quite untoward)
Ode to John Keats
More than twenty years have passed since then,
And most I used to see those days, have changed;
I can not hear and talk to most of men
I used to talk from here and there wide ranged.
Where have they gone from me? Of course, they have
Gone to some city, state or foreign land,
And settled down to never come here back,
Or lain in some cold grave,
Or taken rest some where imprisoned, and
No notes to hear and read from them, Alack.
Yet there is something constant in my mind,
Some thoughts and dreams and visions of those days,
When I go through your poems, I feel and find
Those youthful years of life lie there always.
The memories of your Odes are fresh and green!
How great I loved to read them late at nights!
And dreamed to write one like them from my own,
That no one could have seen,
By bard who lived with different tongue and sights,
And who more than you two cent years had grown.
I do have themes to write on as you did,
But lack the force you put them down in Odes
With, the force I may have found in mid
Of fake and genuine springs, of muses' abodes.
Why I don’t feel to write immortal themes,
As you did: Nightingale and Grecian Urn,
And Autumn, all times favourite on my part?
Quite obviously the schemes
Of things have changed, and written word in turn
Has lost its worth, especially in Art.
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Havi Shah
Thank you again for sharing such great readings.
Absolutely amazing ✨❤️
“And I awoke and found me here/On the cold hill’s side”. Julian 💔💔😱😰
RIP Beautiful One 😢
Oh, Julian, Julian. I so wish you were safe.
Though many times I have read this beautiful poem and taught it to my students. It has a newness that never grows old. listening to this poem is really a wonderful experience. Keats was probably right when he wrote " A thing of beauty is a joy forever"
Exactly one year ago on 23 Feb 2021 on the 200th death anniversary of the dear poet, I composed a 200 line long elegy. Can that be featured here out of the love and devotion to dear Keats?
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Goodbye, dear Julian.